AN: Fluffy, and perhaps slightly OOC, but I still kinda like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all its characters and plots aren't mine.
Mickey held Martha's hand lightly, and she grabbed back just as gently. Captain Jack rested his hand on Mickey's shoulder, and all three smiled as they stepped along.
The three walked across the park, chattering and laughing. They probably looked as strange as rough blue jeans amongst a row of tuxedos in their slightly tattered and odd clothing. But they didn't care.
They walked on until Captain Jack said he had to depart, bring small frowns to both Mickey and Martha's faces, but he said he'd meet them later.
Martha smiled, and thought about how much had changed in her life since she had left the Doctor the first time. She had been weak then, blinded by her silly crush. Now she was anything but, strong and smart, really and truly different.
Mickey thought similar things. But his related more to someone else rather than himself. He thought about Rose, and her giant grin and cheery laugh. But he knew that he was never meant for her, anyway, and he accepted that. She'd be happier with him, and that was all that Mickey wanted.
The pair stepped along the sidewalk, lined with beautiful green trees and stunning bright blue sky above them. After a while of talking, Martha claimed that she was hungry, and Mickey agreed. They ran around until they found a café, and took many detours along the way.
By the time they got there, they were both huddled in fits of laughter, and had never felt better in their whole lives. Now they were thinking the same thought.
They were made to be together.